Cleaning up and heading out

After Karra gave Cyrus’ spent dick another playful pat, she and the other three women exited the quarters, with Miele leading the way through the large house.
Ylva told the Amazon that they were now to clean up and get dressed for the night’s excursions, and the brunette promised Karra that she would be given a stunning outfit to wear.

The baths, which was the goal of the four women’s short stroll, turned out to be a spacious room, with glass doors running along the right wall, leading to another serene garden that was equipped with a large pool of crystal-clear water.
Inside the bathroom itself, there were four smaller, rectangular pools, they too containing very clear water, and two copper tubs placed by the far wall.

Apart from that, there were tables with every conceivable type of hygienic product and a vast array of oils placed on them, with full-sized mirrors next to them.

Cyrus must have addressed the men first, for the four studs that were to accompany the four women were already present in the baths.

Kullus was standing in one of the four pools, his feet on one of the step-cases that led to the centre of the body of water, the lukewarm liquid immersing him up to his thighs.
In front of him, kneeling on another step-case, was a buxom servant-girl, the water reaching up to the bottom of her large tits as she meticulously swabbed Kullus’ cock with a sponge, adding more soap from a nearby bottle each time that the hard dick had been completely covered by her attentive sweeps with the sponge.

In another pool, Suresh was floating on his back, apparently having cleaned himself and now taking some time to relax before the arduous night that laid ahead.

Sitting at the edge of the same pool as the one in which Suresh was relaxing was Stefan, his legs dipped into the water while a servant-girl stood behind him and dried his hair and shoulders.

“Kullus, Suresh and Stefan you already know,” Miele said to Karra, while Ylva began to strip out of her dress, she being the only of them who actually had any clothes to take off.

“And that’s Zdenyek,” Miele tipped her head in the direction of a short, stocky character standing by one of the large glass doors “one of the more exotic studs.”
Karra could see what Miele meant, for it was apparent from his appearance that Zdenyek was a dwarf. The non-human races made up a very small portion of Tharros’ inhabitants, and the dwarfs were perhaps the smallest part of that already miniscule minority.

They were so rare in fact, that Zdenyek was the first one that Karra had actually seen, and it would seem from his habitus that the lewd tales about them told to her by experienced prostitutes were in fact true, and not merely legend.

Standing buck-naked on the tiled floor, which was stained by the water dropping off his wide frame, Zdenyek had taken a wide-legged posture and was holding his thick arms out his sides while a servant-girl worked her way over his body with a towel.
Zdenyek couldn’t be much taller than five feet, which still made him unusually tall for a dwarf, and his barrel-like chest was covered in a thick layer of black hair, of the same tone as the long strands of it on his head and those of his large beard.

The Dwarf’s cock, fittingly being fully erect as he observed her naked shape, was the thing that really caught Karra’s attention however, since it appeared to be almost as long as Suresh’s and Stefan’s and, as a smaller copy of his entire body in comparison to the other men, Zdenyek’s cock was incredibly thick, the trunk of it challenging Karra’s forearm in width and girth.

Karra gave the short man a smile, to which he replied by giving her a lecherous grin and nodding his head at her.

“Alright girls,” Rionna said, “it’s time to hit the water.”
“Too bad,” Ylva replied, “it always feels like such a waste to wash all this off.” At this, she motioned at the vast deposits of cum that were present on her nubile frame.
Rionna responded by scooping up some of the jizz present on and around her pussy, and offered it to Ylva.

The brunette gave the blonde a wicked smile, and then readily accepted the digits into her mouth, eagerly licking them clean whilst producing smacking sounds.

“Sluts,” Miele commented her two friends’ behaviour, then gave Karra’s ass another playful slap and sauntered over to one of the empty pools.
Following Miele’s example, Karra stepped into the warm water, just as more servant girls appeared.

Before long, Karra was sitting in the water, one servant-girl slowly washing her tits clean while another one rinsed and shampooed her hair.

If either of them were envious of Karra’s record-fast ascension into employment as a dancer, they didn’t show it, and she was effectively and thoroughly cleaned by them.
Pretty soon, all eight of the dancers were clean, dry and clothed.

Four dresses had been placed onto the sofas lined up along the glass doors, and the four sluts decided in between them who was to wear what.

The four men had it easier, all of them having been given simple loincloths and sandals, and so they watched with aching hard-ons at how the women first stood naked by the sofas and discussed, then how they dressed themselves.

The dresses were all cut and sewn by Latifah to emulate the clothing of finer ladies, but to be much more revealing.

Ylva had settled for a combination of white silk, with a miniscule top covering her tits just barely, and a micro-skirt that was barely more than a band of cloth, the top-most curls of her pubic hair actually remaining exposed above the line of the skirt, it being tied together on her right hip.

Rionna donned a silvery dress, cut to show abundant portions of cleavage and with her right led left bare, the hem of the dress going just beneath the bald lips of her cunt.

Miele wore a blue dress that was elegantly but simply designed, and which had been perfect for a refined noblewoman to wear to a banquet, if not for the fact that it was made out of a sheer material that left nothing of her charms to the imagination.

Karra, finally, had been treated to a white dress with a diagonal oval hole cut over its top, nearly going out wide enough to expose her nipples.
Her stomach was left bare as the dress merely ran down over ribs and did not meet up again until just above her pubic mound, where it ran as a uniform piece of cloth down the top inches of her thighs, only to end there abruptly.

Now, the eight boarded two discreetly designed and enclosed carriages that proceeded to steer down through the city to the harbour, where the Voltsvaghn laid in wait of them.

Glancing out through the wagon, Karra could see a busty woman standing on the odd vessel’s rear deck, her arms crossed as she waited for the carriages to reach the ship.
“Is that the countess?” She asked the others.
“
No,” Kullus replied, “that’s the countess’ handmaiden.”